THE JUNIOR WARDEN'S SONG. [Bro. J. E. CARPENTER, P.M.] The junior warden calls The Masons from their labour, To join with me, And drink unto his neighbour. Let it pass, Beaming with a temperate glow, And the knocks Tell us it is time to go! The sun in heaven's high arch Sets never on a brother. Fill the glass, &c. And though we work by rule, And we may now be jolly! We know no civil broils Fill the glass, &c. To mar our social greetings, All politics Away from all his meetings. Fill the glass, &c. And ere we part to night, He loves the most, So, here's unto the ladies! Fill the glass, &c. Should any fair one ask Our secrets, her we'll bow to, Her lips will seal, The best way he knows how to. And if she's wiser then, Fill the glass, &c. This fact her mind will dwell in, A Mason proves To her he loves There is no "kiss and telling." Fill the glass, &c. Then here's a health to all Who're in this circle seated; May all meet here For many a year, To hear this song repeated. Fill the glass, &c. INSTALLATION SONG. [Bro. J. E. CARPENTER, P.M.] Our lodge it is squared, Let us hail him once more in his station; An apprentice at first In the craft he was nursed, And taught in morality's college, Was to, early, be wise, And that truth was the right road to knowledge. As fellow craft, too, By experience put a good face on; And thus he got raised, And turn'd out a good master Mason. Your warden he's been Where he ever was seen, At home in the west every meeting; Every sign, every summons and greeting. And now the reward IIe has gain'd, and how few gain it faster! May get on-by degrees, And in time may become a past master. May he long live to grace Doing honour to his exaltation; And to celebrate his installation. THE TRUTHS OF MASONRY. When first I hail'd the sacred craft, To guide me through life's mazy path And little cared I for my doom, N 266 THE BOOK OF POPULAR SONGS. I stood alone and friendless there, A wanderer on an alien shore, Till found I Masons, brothers too, The mystic veil was drawn aside, Of sacred light to me, Did e'er I seek to slight or scorn The truths of Masonry. INDEX. PATRIOTIC SONGS. Dear old mother England Fill a goblet, merry folk Hail to thee, England!-blest isle of the ocean I love my little native isle Land of the loyal and isle of the free My ancestors were Englishmen, and Englishman am I Rouse, ye lovers of peace and of order The peasantry of England There's a good time coming, boys ... The merry bells of England, how I love to hear them sound 148 ... When Vulcan forged the bolts of Jove When mighty roast beef was the Englishman's food NAVAL AND MILITARY. A life on the ocean wave Blow high, blow low, let tempests tear Cheer, boys, cheer! no more of idle sorrow Come, cheer up, my lads! 'tis to glory we steer Far, far upon the sea He comes from wars, from the red field of fight Jack Steadfast and I were both messmates at sea... List! list to the storm! see the dark frowning sky No fish stir in our evening net 41 |